The pleasure continues to radiate, then I feel something else building. Another orgasm, begging to be given life. But how? I’m already coming. I’m already locked in this perpetual orgasmic mode, being rutted by a wolf who is desperate to fill me with his seed.
“Storm!” I scream, another release sweeping through me like a tsunami.
“Fuck!” Storm roars, then his thrusts become desperate. “I thought you were already… God damn!”
My orgasm gets stronger. Two that merge into one. It turns my brain to mush, and my limbs become weak, like every part of my body has given into the pleasure and melted. Like I don’t have enough willpower left to control anything else.
“And you’re still going,” Storm groans. “I can’t…”
Storm’s erratic thrusts turn into a singular, angled lunge that goes deep inside me. He shudders and shakes as he comes, thick ropes of semen erupting from the head of his cock. Then he swells until he’s knotted inside me, locking us together while the stronger orgasm causes my inner muscles to pulse around him, continuing to beg him for more.
“You’re going to wear my mark, too, mate,” Storm growls, then his teeth sink into my other shoulder.
It doesn’t hurt this time. I don’t think my brain can process pain anymore. Every neuron and synapse is focused on the pleasure of Storm’s knot inside me.
Storm licks the spot where he marked me and pulls away as his knot deflates. I ache when his cock is removed. I can feel the trickle of blood from the bite. Feel it already drying on my other shoulder. If I could feel pain, I’m sure I’d be in agony, but all I want is more of my mates.
“And now you’re mine again,” my sweet Wyatt says, taking Storm’s place. “I claimed you on pelts, like my ancestors, but that wasn’t a true claiming. That was just a tease. I know that now.”
Despite the overwhelming need I know he is feeling, Wyatt is still gentle. Almost too gentle. He sinks slowly, carefully into my swollen pussy, his hands on my hips, but not digging in.
“You’re going to make me come before I even get a chance to really fuck you,” Wyatt groans. “But that’s okay. This feels too good to care. Too perfect.”
Wyatt’s rhythm isn’t hard or fast, just a tender stoking of the flames already burning out of control. My body adjusts and I feel the head of his cock stroking perfectly over my g-spot, creating new sensations. I don’t feel like I need more than this right now. This is perfect. I’m already trapped in an orgasm, every clench and flutter sending pleasure singing through my body, and I hope his, too.
It doesn’t take Wyatt long. I feel him throbbing as he gets close, and my body reacts. Not with another shattering orgasm, thankfully, because I’m already close to being overstimulated. This is a deep rolling wave that meets the undulations of hiships, our movements becoming one as he brings me into new and profound state of complete euphoria as he climaxes inside me.
“I felt that the way I feel poetry,” Wyatt rasps, his grip finally tightening when he starts to swell inside me. “But this… oh, this is what I was made for.”
Wyatt’s knot stretches me and I gasp, my body shaking on his engorged length as it stays buried inside my pussy. I have no doubt that I’m his. Just like I’m Storm’s. Just like I’m Jaxton’s. Soon, I will feel that same bond with all five.
“And now for my mark,” Wyatt sighs, leaning down until his breath is on my neck. “Just a nip, I promise.”
Wyatt doesn’t roar. He doesn’t sink his teeth into me. He kisses, sucks just a tiny bit of skin into his mouth and bites down. I feel his teeth. Feel the blood. But it doesn’t hurt. I’m not sure it would hurt even if I could feel pain right now.
As soon as Wyatt is gone, I feel Remy. My body is still convulsing. Still aching with raw need. Remy doesn’t keep me waiting. He slides into me smoothly, going just a little deeper than his brothers when his balls are against my trembling folds.
“Damn, you really are in heat,” his deep voice making me shiver. Then he begins to move his hips.
Quick, deep thrusts ease the heat as orgasms surge through me like a constant vibration of ecstasy. Remy just adds to the pleasure, driving his cock into me while my body adjusts, recognize it’s mate.
“This feels a lot different from the other times,” Remy pants his words in time with his steadily driving quick thrusts into me.“Can tell you’re in heat. Tell your body is begging to be bred. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Our future growing inside your belly.”
“Yes, yes, please!” I cry out, my body shuddering, his words matching the feeling coiled inside me.
Remy doesn’t last as long as he usually does, but it doesn’t matter. I’m overstimulated in the best possible way. The quilt is so tight in my fists my nails have dug through it into my palm. All I feel is pure pleasure and Remy’s throbbing cock, every needy twitch causing ripples like I feel when an orgasm peaks.
“Remy, oh Remy!” I scream, then I feel him erupt inside me.
Like his brothers, he slams himself deep, pressing against my cervix, and lets my fluttering walls do the rest. I milk him greedily as he ejaculates, knots, and locks us together. His knot doesn’t recede as quickly and he comes again before he’s finally done. Still, my body craves more.
“Mine,” Remy growls, leaning forward and sinking his teeth into my back.
His mark is below the others, close to my left shoulder blade. His fangs gnash against the top of my ribs when he bites down, leaving me bloody and marked, his tongue licking away what flows from my wound. I’d be in agony if I could feel it.
But still I need more. The mating ritual isn’t done. As Remy pulls away, the seed of my mates spills out of me and drips down my thighs.
“Hayden,” I groan, “I need you… I need…”
